The sound of a particularly loud bird outside the window jolted Peeta to reality, and sleep slowly disappeared from his mind. With every moment that passed, he started to become more aware of his surroundings: the sheets wrapped around his bare legs, the pillow cushioning his head, and the heat of someone curled up in his arms.
He knew whose arm it was. Just the thought of him being so close to her made him grin. The scariest part was that she had no idea what kind of an effect she had on him.
Images of last night swam in his mind: the way her lips tasted as he took them within his own, the sounds of shock and bliss she made as his tongue slipped over her nipple, the way she begged and pleaded for him to fuck her with his tongue… and then, the way he'd slid into her, how he'd almost fainted at how hot and tight and wet she was, and how he'd fucked her until she cried out his name in pure ecstasy.
Katniss shuffled, causing his lips to land on her neck. He parted his lips and tasted her neck. She shivered in her sleep. His arm suddenly curled around her waist again and pulled her right up against his chest.
"Morning, baby," he murmured in her ear as she sleepily turned in his grip to face him.
The morning light hit her face, highlighting her gentle features. Her eyelids fluttered slightly, not quite opening, before shooting open with an unmistakeable urgency. She stared at him in utter horror, confusing him beyond belief.
"Oh my god," she whispered, scrambling to pull her sheets over her chest. "Peeta, what-"
"What? What's wrong?" he asked urgently, surprised at her reaction to them waking up in bed together.
"We-we had sex."
"You tied my hands behind my back while I sucked your dick."
"You called me a cockslut."
Her grey eyes were so wide Peeta though they were going to pop out.
"Do you regret it?" he asked desperately, hurt shooting through his chest. She'd certainly seemed to enjoy it at the time, but the look on her face now proved otherwise.
"I can't believe it. Oh my god."
A disbelieving bubble of laughter escaped her mouth. "I've never done anything like this!"
"I know," he said, still worried about her mental state.
Her eyes, which had been trained downwards, shot to his again.
"I had sex with my best friend."
"Hot, dirty, kinky sex," he added.
"We did, didn't we?" she asked quietly, although it sounded more like a statement.
"Did you… not enjoy it?" he asked, dreading the answer.
"No! No, of course I enjoyed it. Jesus, it was," a blush rose to her cheeks, "very, very nice. I'm just… I don't regret it, but – have we messed up our friendship?"
"Only if we let it." Peeta rolled onto his side, propping his head up on his fist. "Personally, I think it would improve it." He traced her arm with the back of his index finger, watching as goosebumps rippled across the skin. "I enjoyed last night very, very much and would love to repeat it."
"What, like- friends with benefits?"
Peeta's finger stilled. His throat tightened slightly with disappointment. "If that's what you want."
"If that's what you want."
Peeta put on a smirk. "I'm a guy, of course I want that."
She rolled her eyes. "So we're officially-"
She scowled at him. "Friends with benefits."
"Best friends with benefits."
Katniss walked out of her first SAT exam of the year, feeling satisfied with how she'd done. After Peeta's extra help with her maths revision, she felt more confident and was looking forward to relaxing days without revising algebra and inequalities and simultaneous equations.
She and Peeta hadn't gotten past heavily making out since their first night together, since they'd been unable to find time together alone for long enough. After the initial shock of what had happened had worn off, they'd spent a good half an hour making out and hitting certain 'bases' until Katniss had insisted he left before her parents got home. Two weeks had passed and she was becoming needy, finding that her thoughts strayed to the night they'd had together when she really should have been revising.
However, tonight Peeta's parents were visiting his grandparents and Katniss had told her parents they were revising chemistry together. They had told her she could stay the night, completely at ease with their daughter staying over at a boy's house; they would never expect them to get up to what they were planning to. Katniss felt slightly guilty, but was desperate enough to be with Peeta that she didn't care.
The bell rang, signalling the end of the school day. She headed to the bus bays where the buses pulled into the school grounds, ready to take students home. She saw Peeta's blonde hair twinkling in the late June sunshine, and hurried over to him.
"Hey," she said, smiling at him.
"Hey," he replied, smirking down at her. He grabbed her waist slightly and leaned into her, grazing his lips over the top of her head. To anyone else, it would look like he was whispering something to her, and no one would assume it was anything other than platonic.
"Looking forward to some chemistry revision?" she teased.
"Oh, definitely," he said, mock-eagerly. "It's all I've thought about for days."
Katniss laughed. "Wasn't that your cue to make some bad pun about how we 'already have chemistry'?"
Peeta grinned. "I am more of a physical person – I don't need words to get my point across."
"Oh really?" she teased. "You seemed quite confident with your words the other week… Calling me a 'naughty little slut', I believe?"
Peeta inhaled sharply. "Fuck, Katniss…"
Their bus pulled up and the students piled on, including Katniss and Peeta. It was another scorching day and Peeta undressed accordingly, becoming her little wet dream of rolled-up sleeves and messy hair. She imagined dragging her fingers through his hair all throughout the journey home, and she could tell from Peeta's smirk that she wasn't entirely focusing on what he was saying. They chatted like the platonic best friends they were before the phone call, before Peeta practically pulled her off the bus at their stop to his house.
As soon as his door closed behind them, his lips were on hers, moving desperately against her like he'd wanted to for the past two weeks. The kiss was gentler than their first kiss, full of pent up emotions and sexual frustration. Peeta took his time, kissing her slowly and carefully. He balled her hair up in his fist and scratched his fingernails along her scalp, eliciting a low moan from her.
They managed to find their way to Peeta's den; the lights were turned off and the only light came from the glowing symbol of Peeta's Xbox. He flicked the lights on and pulled Katniss on top of him as he lay back on the sofa.
He pulled her down for another kiss as she squirmed in his lap, shuffling to find a comfortable position. He ended up yanking her legs apart and shoving a knee on the outside of each of his legs so that she was straddling him. He hummed against her neck and kissed the hollow below her ear, his teeth scraping against her earlobe.
"I love this position," he whispered to her. "I want to have you bouncing in my lap later. Makes it much easier to suck on your beautiful tits."
She giggled into his neck as he began to bounce her in his lap like a child, causing their hips to press against each other and magnify the neediness between them.
"I really want to make you feel good," he breathed into her ear, "I want to touch you slowly and kiss you all over. I want to give you massages and lick your pink little pussy until you cum over and over and over again. God, I want to spend all my time making you feel good, Kat. But.."
He sighed over-dramatically. "I also want to spank you. Hard."
"Who says that won't make me feel good?" Katniss said bravely.
Peeta stopped kissing her neck. "What?"
"You can spank me if you want to," she mumbled.
Peeta had an almost childlike smile on his face. He looked too excited. It was all Katniss could do not to laugh.
"Yeah," she allowed. "It would be hot."
He kissed her on the lips, hard, and then peppered kisses all across her cheeks, nose, eyelids and forehead.
"Stop, stop!" she giggled. "Jeez, you'd think I'd just bought you a puppy."
Peeta rolled his eyes, his grin not falling. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to spank you, Katniss."
"Your facial expression does not match that sentence."
His hips suddenly thrust forward and a low moan escaped Katniss's throat. She could feel the pressure of his erection through his black slacks, pressing against her panty-clad centre.
"Like that, kitten?" he taunted, slipping her navy blazer from her shoulders and slowly unbuttoning her blouse. Her chest rose and fell faster than before. Peeta's eyes did not move from her breasts until the blouse was on the floor. Her pale breasts spilled out of her dark green bra, her deep breaths pushing them out of the cups. Peeta's fingers reached up and trailed along them slightly before reaching behind her, unclasping it and freeing the two mounds of creamy flesh.
Before Katniss could even consider being shy, Peeta lurched forward and pulled a pebbled nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking as Katniss gasped and squealed. He pulled back and rubbed his thumbs over each sore nipple.
"Stand up," he told her.
Katniss jumped up from his lap and stood in front of him, clasping her hands in front of her bare stomach.
"Take your skirt and panties off, baby."
She did as she was told, now completely naked.
He stood too, pulling his tie off with one hand as he grabbed one of hers with his other. Leading her over to the futon bed in the corner, he planted a soft kiss to her head.
"Get on the bed, on your hands and knees," he ordered.
She complied, almost shaking with excitement.
"Are you nervous, Katniss?" His hands skimmed her sides until he was palming both her breasts, stroking the soft skin and pinching her nipples.
"A little," she admitted. In all of her fantasies of her and Peeta together, she had never imagined any spanking. Not that she was put off by it; she'd just never given it much thought before.
Peeta's tone grew serious. "If you don't want me to, I'm not going to."
"No!" she said, a little too eagerly. "Um, no, I really do want you to… Just, don't do it really hard, please? We can work up to that."
"I won't be sadistic about it, Kat. I'll do it softly, 'kay?"
He placed his palm gently on one cheek, smoothly running his palm over it. He grazed his nails over the soft skin, inching his fingers closer and closer to her entrance. She trembled with want and anticipation, and she had to fight from groaning with disappointment every time his fingers dodged out of the way at the last moment.
"Do you want me to spank you, Katniss?" he asked in a low, steady voice.
"Yes, what?" he demanded.
Katniss felt a rush in her stomach at his severe tone, and she felt herself getting wetter. She blushed as she realised Peeta would be able to tell from her reaction that she liked his dominating attitude more than she was letting on. "Yes, sir."
"Good girl," he whispered, before drawing his palm back and placing a firm smack on her behind. She cried out in shock, the sound turning into a long moan as he rubbed where the imprint of his hand was slowly fading.
"Was that okay?" he asked soothingly.
"Yes," she croaked. "Again."
He chuckled, but swatted her twice more, one on each cheek. She gasped at each one, her core throbbing as the sting reddened her pale flesh.
"You like getting your ass spanked, you little slut? You like it when I punish you?"
Katniss buried her face into her pillow and mewled a soft, "Yes, sir."
"Count them. In your head, baby."
Each slap was softer than before, but they were delivered faster and faster until her mind became a mush of lust and desire and she lost count.
"How many?" he asked her as soon as the last smack was placed on her quickly reddening cheeks.
"I lost count," she confessed.
He tutted disapprovingly, and brought his hand down to placed a hard slap to her pussy. Not expecting it, she yelped with surprise.
He grabbed her hips and flipped her over, spreading her thighs wider. He shoved her knees up to her chest.
"Don't fucking move, little girl," he ordered, "I'm going to make you cum so fucking hard."
He licked the entire length of her slit, pausing at her clit and flicking his tongue over it. Moaning, she grabbed fistfuls of the sheets either side of her head, almost in tears when he slid two fingers into her wet heat.
"Please," she sobbed, releasing a strangled breath as she felt herself already tilting over the edge. "Please, Peeta… Please."
He hummed and chuckled against her, finally adding more pressure to her clit. He pulled his fingers from her pussy and quickly smacked it before shoving his fingers back in deep.
She moaned and squealed continuously, and a snarl ripped from her throat when he suddenly pulled his digits out of her, stopping the wonderful orgasm from building inside her.
"Switch positions, sweetie."
He lay on his back, his blonde fringe flopping backwards. She crawled up beside him and placed a kiss on his lips.
"What should I do?"
"Put a knee on either side of my head. I want you to sit on my face so I can really taste that delicious pussy."
"Really?!" she asked, shocked.
"Yeah, unless you don't want to."
"No, it's just... Don't you want me to do something for you to? You're always making me feel good and I want to return the favour."
"Don't be silly, Katniss. Making you feel good makes me feel good. Now sit on my face."
She hesitated, and then yelped as he reached over and pulled her legs over his shoulders, her knees brushing his ears. He clamped his hands on her hips and held her still. She squealed as his tongue touched her sensitive clit, and soon she was bouncing and thrusting against his mouth as he worked her over. Sweat gathered on her forehead and behind her knees as she came close to exploding.
"Cum now, Katniss," he growled against her pussy. The words were so intense and dirty as they left his mouth that she did as he told her, screaming his name at the top of her lungs.
Peeta flipped he rover and rose above her, dragging his fingers through her folds and draping them over her parted lips with a malicious smirk.
"Suck them. Clean my fingers. I want you to see how good you taste. "
Tentatively, Katniss took his digits into her mouth and sucked gently.
"Can you see why I love eating out your pussy so much? You like that, don't you, kitten?" He mimicked what he had been doing to her pussy and finger-fucked her mouth.
"Good girl," he praised her, pulling his lubricated fingers away and swirling them around her sensitive clit.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" he taunted her.
"Yes, Peeta. Please fuck me."
He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, watching Katniss's breasts rise and fall with the same speed. He kicked of his boxers and slacks with vigour and positioned himself on his elbows so that he leant over her. She felt his cock press against her core, sliding between her soaked folds slowly.
"Fuck, Katniss… the fucking thoughts in my head right now," he hissed through clenched teeth. "I want to take you so hard." He positioned the head of his cock at her entrance. "You've been taking your pill?"
She nodded, breathing hard. Katniss had asked her mother the day after she first slept with Peeta if she could start taking the pill, because she'd heard it helped with period pains and regularity. Her mother had agreed, never suspecting it was because her daughter was planning on sleeping with her best friend on a regular basis.
He thrust forcefully upward until her was halfway inside her, and they both cried out. "I want to make you scream my name so loud. I want everything I've always fucking imagined doing to you."
He moaned as his erection slid a little deeper into her heat and the motion made her whimper.
He pulled out, grabbing his cock and teasing her with it. He slid it between her pussy lips, smearing her glistening wetness that had begun to drip down her thighs.
"You naughty slut," he breathed. "You are so wet for my fucking cock, it's unreal. Watch us."
He slid into her again, painfully slowly, and she mewled softly.
"Look at us, Katniss," he breathed harshly. "We fit together so fucking perfectly." He began to pound into her, hard, and she squeezed her eyes shut. His fingers trapped her clit and pressed hard, causing her eyes to snap open again.
"Watch us, baby. Can't you feel how perfect it is?"
She agreed with a moan, words unable to escape her lips.
"That's because we were goddamn made for each other, Katniss." Sweat glistened on his forehead as he fucked her. "I was made to fit perfectly inside you."
Katniss's brows furrowed in slight confusion as his words became more personal than his dirty talk. He spoke in the same harsh, demanding tone, but what he was saying didn't make sense with it.
"You're the most beautiful thing there's ever been," he moaned, and Katniss wondered how her stomach could flutter like she was being given a Valentine by her crush when a cock was thrusting into her at a frantic pace. He buried his head into her neck as the familiar waves of an intense orgasm began to overtake her.
"I'm yours," he breathed into the clammy curve of her shoulder. "Completely."
As Katniss moaned his name in pure ecstasy, she heard him cry out, "I love you," into the nape of her neck.